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bonus comes with
providing my employers a copy of what those bastards had copied. They
want to know how far they got into the system.”
    “You still
haven’t told me what you were doing or why it was necessary to
blow up an office in the middle of St. Petersburg,” she pointed
out. “Isn’t the United States afraid of starting a war?”
    “That’s
why they use me,” he explained again. “There is no
official record I exist. Something happens to me, it can be explained
away as an American with Russian mob connections. The SVR catches a
known CIA or NSA agent and it’s a little harder to deny.”
    “Somebody got
in very deep to a pentagon database from that office,” he
explained. “Real deep. Like information identifying every
American intelligence operative in Europe deep. They didn’t
think the damage was too bad when they first found out, but when I
arrived here they discovered it was much worse. They don’t know
how it was done yet and no one knows who the office is connected to.
The best guess is some kind of rogue Russian mafia team that wants to
sell what they pulled out to the highest bidder. I was sent in to
destroy the office, but they also wanted me to get a complete back-up
of what they took. I was given a super flash drive that could store
the information they had several times over. It didn’t take me
long to unlock the door tonight and get into the office. I can’t
even remember what bogus name the office was called. ‘All
Russian Historical Institute’ or some other fancy name.”
    “Anyway,”
he continued, “it took me five minutes to boot up the computer
system in there and find what I needed. My employers had given me all
the pass codes. I backed it all up on the super drive, put it in my
coat pocket and wired the computers to blow ten minutes after I left.
You saw me as I was leaving the building. The charge went off a few
minutes early. It’s what I get for using local sources for the
bomb parts and instead of building my own.”
    “But I’ll
get you out of this mess,” he concluded. “I promise. The
extraction team is supposed to be ready tomorrow and they won’t
give me hard time about bringing another person home.”
    Monique had her face
turned away from him in the bed and she felt drowsy. It was all so
much to have to endure in one day. She felt his strong hands massage
her back and she started to drift into sleep. She wanted to feel more
of him on her, but now was not the time. Monique felt his arms wrap
around her and give comfort. She sensed the day-old stubble of his
unshaved face nuzzled against her neck and she was finally at peace.
For the first time in years she had a man in bed with her and it had
to be under these circumstances. Right now she would have been happy
if he would rip off the robe she wore and do things to her. Maybe
later, if they both survived what was coming up. And then Monique
drifted off into the land of nod.
    “I think it’s
safe to get up and go out,” she heard a voice say into her ear
hours later. It was Rick. The nightmare was real. She was in bed with
an American agent in the middle of St. Petersburg who had just set
off a bomb in a nearby building. A man the police knew about and who
was suspect in the bombing. With her, an ordinary English teacher at
a respectful school. Could things get much worse?
    She looked up to see
his tight, bare ass slide into a set of boxer shorts as he put his
clothes back on. It wasn’t the worse thing to wake up to,
Monique had to admit. The worse time was years ago while in college
where she had come to in the middle of a frat house naked with three
unclothed frat boys, two white and one black, piled on top of her.
That had been some party; she’d spent years trying to forget it
and what she’d done with those men the night before.
    “We need to get
moving,” Rick said to her, “if both of us are going to
get back to the USA. Grab your money, passport and anything you can
carry in a purse. There is a